a slight frown. I hope that’s all I have to say to put her off. Please, God, let that turn her off.
“A nudist park? You have one here?” she asks, her eye brows lifting.
“Yeah. It’s supposed to be serene. It’s out on the lake. The entire park has water all around it. It’s actually down the road,” she says with a wicked grin.
“I have no desire to see your junk, Aunt Patty,” I say, hoping to deter her.
“Oh, come on,” Sally says with mock disgust, “She’s the guest. She should decide.”
“So, I can keep my bikini on if I want?” Aunt Patty asks.
“Yup, clothing optional,” Sally says.
“Let’s go.” Aunt Patty leans forward, steadying herself with a giggle. “Can we walk? I don’t think anyone is capable of driving.”
“I think so. Let’s ask the waiter,” Sally says, gesturing him over.
“Another ‘round?” he asks.
“No, we were wondering if Hippie Hollow was close enough to walk to. We shouldn’t be driving, and we were going to check it out.”
“It’s about a mile and a half down the road. You could walk, take Comanche Trail, and you’ll see the sign.”
Sally pays the check, and we take one last shot for the road. Staggering out the door, smiling and laughing about any stupid thing, we walk the mile or so to the sign designating McGregor/Hippie Hollow Park. The entrance is lined with trees, and the trail leads down to the lake past a guard shack. I know we’re not in Kansas anymore when we pass a sign reading, “Notice: Nude swimming or sunbathing may be occurring beyond this point.”
Sally giggles and says, “Come on.”
The buzz is definitely kicking in, and I am caring less and less about the clothing optional issue. The trail is rockier as we get closer to the lake. One of us is going to fall on our asses if we’re not careful. I am way too buzzed for this shit. We lay our towels on a flat space near the restrooms.
“Ok, who’s game?” Sally asks expectantly.
“I think I’ll just lay here. You go ahead,” I mumble as I drift off in my drunken stupor.
***
My skin is hot. Really hot. Shit. I look down and thank God my top is still on. As I try to focus my eyes I notice the top half of my body is pink. Shit. That means in a few hours, I’m going to be in pain. I’m burnt to a crisp.
I look around my towel for some sunscreen to try to at least limit the damage and see two bathing suits strewn on top of each other. I look up, instantly blinded by the sun hitting the water. Even with my shades, I have to shield my eyes.
As my eyes adjust to the light and scan the horizon, a couple passes in front of me, fully nude, strolling by, not a care in the world. My curiosity gets the best of me, and I glance around to see several topless women sunbathing, as well as a few men. More than a few men, actually, there are a lot of guys. Some are hot with athletic physiques and others are not. Older men, judging by their tans come here a lot. Not a tan line among them.
Bouncing out in the water naked as a jay bird is Sally. Like that’s a big fucking surprise. I shake my head. Like that girl ever manages to keep her clothes on. However, my aunt’s back looks bare, but I can’t tell from this distance. She stands talking to a naked man with his junk all out there. Please don’t turn around. Please don’t turn around.
The gods are smiling on me today. My aunt turns and walks toward me with her top on. Thankfully, squashing a crappy visual that would stay with me forever.
They both walk up the rocks to reach me smiling. “You finally awake, sunshine?” Sally asks.
“Yeah,” I say with what I am sure is a big ass grumpy frown. “I’m baked. I need to go. What time are we leaving tonight?”
Sally pulls on her bikini top on saying, “Let’s head out about eight for dinner and hit the bar at nine.” Tying her top behind her neck, she says, “The club is over on South Lamar. Do you want to take a cab?” she asks, looking at Aunt Patty.
“Yeah, that’ll make it easier on everyone.” Aunt Patty squeezes the water from her wet hair. “Let’s get a limo or something; I’ll order one when we get back. It’ll